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[TKOW Board]

Phoenix

vs

Matt Griffen

[Phoenix]

The scene opens in a shoddily lit cave, with Phoenix facing a plain rock wall, away from the camera.

Phoenix: Nobody knows what it's like. What it's like to be someone like me.

His arms are up, draped over a bo staff that rides across his taut shoulders.

Phoenix: You see me in the back. You see me in the ring. You see this small portion of what I am and you think you know.

He shifts his weight, his head turning slightly, to look back at the camera.

Phoenix: You all think you know.

Phoenix turns around, facing the camera fully, his eyes glowing in the light of the fire that can be heard crackling offcamera.

Phoenix: But you have no idea.

Do you.

Matt.

Phoenix leans the staff against the wall and reaches off frame.

Phoenix: For nearly a year, you thought the worst of me. You thought I could harm her. You thought I could be your enemy. And all that time, you were wrong.

He pulls a creaking monitor stand into the frame as he speaks, his voice slowly cracking with each sentence.

Phoenix: I was being manipulated, in the most obvious ways imaginable.

And you had no faith.

I was chained to thrones, led around by my mask, forced to do things.

And you had no faith.

I was preached to, screamed at, and beaten.

And you had. No. Faith.

All this happened in the public eye.

And you still had no faith.

At Mass Khaos, my patience paid off in spades, and I was freed from my bonds.

And you. Still. Had. No. FAITH~!!

His chest heaves with the scream, his mouth twisted in a snarl, his eyes, through his mask, like daggers searching for a heart to pierce.

Phoenix: I looked you square in the eye, and I saw no good intentions. No honor. No friendship. Nothing of the man I knew.

The monitor flickers on, showing Matt and Phoenix face to face before the last Mass Khaos.

Phoenix: My friend. My brother-in-arms. Looking at me as if I was Jace Mingla.

The focus is on Matt, watching the champion without trust or compassion.

Phoenix: Well how's this for a violent reaction Matt.

The monitor switches to Mass Khaos, and a beaming Phoenix bringing Hellfire to Aello.

Phoenix: I told you last week, this was on your head. You, your bitch, that wannabe fuck, and that traitorous whore. You want to treat me like scum Matt? I can do scum. I had a year of forced practice. I am going to teach you the meaning of Feel My Pain, you sanctamonious prick. I'm going to imitate my brother, and treat you the way he treated me. I'm going to whip you. Burn you. Bleed you. Break you. And I'm going to do it tenfold.

The feed shows Carpenter berating Phoenix, over and over again.

Phoenix: And I'm going to do it in your own playground.

The moneyshot of the Brutality Cage, the camera swinging around the entirety of the cage.

Phoenix: Again.

We see Phoenix standing victorious with the HPWA Brutality Title, within the cage, Matt on his back.

Phoenix: New Era. Brutality Cage. Everyone's expecting the same old dance. The same old outcome.

We see the Lord of Fire victorious with the TKOW "Fiery" Title, within the cage, Matt on his stomach.

Phoenix: But poppa's got a brand new bag.

Phoenix pulls out the HPWA Brutality Title, expect now it has the TKOW logo on it.



Phoenix: That's right Matt. As of now, I'm officially changing the TKOW Title from the "Fiery" Title to the "Brutality" Title, and using your old belt. I will remind you why you turned on me so fast. Your jealously of my rise, while you stayed in my shadow. Just "that guy that Phoenix helps out". I will use this match to point out your every flaw, your every weakness. I will show you, and the rest of the world, why you'll never be more than a footnote in the Book of Fire.

Phoenix grabs the camera and brings it close.

Phoenix: I was nothing more than the smoldering embers of my past until you stoked the fires. You added the fuel. No crying when you get consumed by the fire Matt. New Era. New me. Time for you to-

Feel.

My.

Pain.

The last three words spoken in a near growl, through gritted teeth, Phoenix throws the camera to the ground and the feed immediately dies.

[Phoenix]

I was right.

The cry of an infant.

You weren’t back.

The scene opens up on Matt Griffen in a lush garden of sorts. In his arms he holds a blanketed child. Its face isn’t visible to the camera, but its balled fists wave in the air as its lungs bellow out its unhappiness as it senses the hostility radiating from Griffen. He glances down, making no attempt to soothe the child. Instead, his face hardens in determination and he lifts it again to the camera.

Matt: You asked her to trust you twice. She did. You physically attacked her both times, the mother of your child, first privately, last publickly… and you claim it’s MY FAULT?!!

His nostrils flare and he breathes deeply to maintain control as he signals someone off camera to take the child.

Matt: *spitting out the words* I don’t control you, Phoenix. I don’t pull your strings. I’M not the one telling you what to do and what not to do. You’re looking to lay blame everywhere but where it belongs because you can’t face the truth. It belongs… *voice drops low and quiet* On you.

Lady Hawke enters the frame and Griffen hands the child off to her. She’s met by Aello, who dotes on the infant and takes it from her before they leave the scene. Meanwhile, Griffen glares into the camera.

Matt: It bothered you that I couldn’t trust you when you broke away from Murphy, that I didn’t welcome you back with open arms and cry about how I’d missed your company, that close friendship we’d shared before this. Do you know why, Phoenix?

He steps toward the camera, his hands balled into fists and digging into his hands, his words bursting forth from his lips like rapid gunshots.

Matt: You’re not the man you were before all this started. The Phoenix I knew, the Phoenix I respected was a man who respected women, protected them, even women he didn’t care for. Remember TKOW’s Overdrive? You made SURE Skye was ready to help and protect Miranda. Soulfly’s pregnant Miranda. THAT was the man I respected. THAT man was my friend. THAT man was like my brother.

He pauses a moment to compose himself and gather his thoughts, his anger just below the boiling point and becoming stronger the longer he speaks.

Matt: Now… now, Phoenix, you have turned on Aello, the woman you thought you could possibly love. The woman you appeared to be concerned about AFTER you nearly beat her to death. Was it your conscience surfacing for a few fleeting moments before you smothered it down? No. I don’t believe it. You were recently told what she went through, yet you deliberately and asked her to face you, to give you the benefit of the doubt… only to deceive her and coldly attack her a second time!!

He turns from the camera, his chest heaving with his effort to contain himself… but he fails. He growls, grabs up a heavy wooden chair sitting at a matching table, and with a yell, breaks it over the top of a large mound of stones behind him. He turns back to the camera, his green eyes burning with fire. He points a broken piece of the chair directly at the camera. He is nearly yelling when he resumes speaking.

Matt: She GAVE you the benefit of the doubt and got into that ring with you, only for you to abuse her. Why should anyone trust you? Why should I trust you when you hurt my family? Why should I blindly follow you when you don’t have a clue where you are going? Why should I trust a man who begs and desires my trust, but refuses to have faith and trust in ME to help him when he needed it?

A hard chuckle escapes him and a grin crosses his face. It’s not the familiar boyish one he normally has, but one that is darker… almost a smirk… with the hint of a sneer and his eyes glow.

Matt: You should remember one thing about a good old boy, Phoenix. We may not start a fight, but we damn well finish it. You started this and I’m going to finish it. NO ONE fucks over my family and gets away with it.

He throws the chair scrap to the floor and storms out of view.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

It’s hot. Very hot. The sky is hazy. The sun beats heavily down onto the water starved ground. Wavering heat rises from the earth, blurring distant objects and giving the appearance of a body of water just a short distance away. A figure emerges through it, at first unidentifiable, but it becomes apparent the person is a very lightly dressed male. He moves sluggishly toward the camera in a jog. Finally it’s possible to recognize him as Matt Griffen. His strawberry blonde hair is plastered to his head. His running shorts are drenched and cling to his legs. Every millimeter of his exposed skin is slick and shiny with sweat, even to the point of it trickling down his legs into his running shoes. He slows to a walk and enters a shady area near the camera, stopping and sitting on a picnic table. He wipes the sweat out of his eyes with a forearm, not that it does much good.

Matt: Feel your pain. As if you’re the only one who has ever suffered. The only one to ever hurt and no one can hurt like you.

A large jug of a recognizable sports drink is handed to him and he opens it and chugs half it down without stopping before continuing. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before continuing.

Matt: *sarcastically* You say I was wrong about believing you couldn’t or wouldn’t harm Aello? Stop kidding yourself, Phoenix. You just told a boldface lie and to yourself, nonetheless. I suppose you forgot how you choke slammed her at Megabowl and walked off with Carpenter. Was that not harming her? How about I refresh your memory about what happened in January? How you finally, after MONTHS, told her you’d meet with her and, once you got her alone, you locked the place down so she couldn’t get away and no one else could get in while you attacked her under the guise of wanting to speak to her. Then last week you get her alone in the ring, have your current woman beat up on her for you, and then you attack her again with Hellfire! But NOOOOOOO! We can’t believe that you’d harm her, now, can we? We have to believe and have faith in you and that everything you do is right!

He sneers, his grip deforming his drink container as he holds it before sitting it down on the table.

Matt: *overly dramatic acting using hand gestures and a pained expression* Oh woe is Phoenix! No one knows him. No one understands him. No one knows his PAAAAAIIIIIINNNN! The burdens he bears are sooooooooooooooooooo horrendous!

He glares into the camera and begins pacing in front of the table.

Matt: *sarcastically* What a crock of shit that is. That’s right. I said it. Don’t act surprised. What? Did you go emo during your bonding time with Murphy?

He pauses in his steps.

Matt: Wait, that’s right. That WAS you who fell to pieces and became a blubbering mess a few weeks back, wasn’t it? *more pacing* And now you say you’re going to make me cry by using the old brutality title, a title I lost to you… ONLY because your brother helped you.

Griffen moves to the camera, reaching for it, drawing it close, a full out sneer on his face.

Matt: How does that feel, Phoenix? To know that you only won it because of Murphy? Come to think of it, every victory you’ve had over me was done with interference in one form or another, except for One Wild Night. Isn’t that right? Yeah… I’m REEEEEEAL jealous of that. Uh-huh. I’m jealous of a man who has to have help to beat me.

He throws the camera to the side and walks back toward the table, standing at its end.

Matt: Oh, before you come back at me with last Megabowl, remember, it was the latches breaking that got you that win, not you actually doing anything.

Griffen takes another long draught from his drink, finishing it off. He rests his balled fists on the table, leaning over it, glaring into the camera.

Matt: That irks you, doesn’t it. For all your mouthing… all your screaming… all your prattling and preaching, without your brother, you don’t know for sure if you can keep me down for the count. You’d be mistaken if you believe changing from the “Fiery” title to the “Brutality” title will make any difference to me, Phoenix. It won’t. Remember, I won it in the first ever Phoenix Pit. Your own creation, only you weren’t the first man to fight in it and come out victorious. That was me. Remember how it felt? Knowing that I broke in the Pit and not you? Knowing that I set the bar for what the Pit is? Then Ghalleon and Soulfly were given the privilege of the Pit last year and again you were left out of it.

Griffen leans closer, a smirk on his face.

Matt: Burns, doesn’t it. You wanted it to be your legacy and in the 3-1/2 years since its inception, you’ve STILL not gotten to participate in it. How does it feel to know that you despise every man who has fought in the Pit, Phoenix? The great “Lord of Fire” Phoenix forever to always be looking into the Pit and never be one who fights in it.

He straightens and backs away from the table.

Matt: I know why you changed the titles, though You couldn’t bear me taking the TKOW “Fiery” title off you. That’s the only thing of value you have left… except your friendship with T.H. and whaaaaaaaaat a friendship that is.

Griffen sneers again.

Matt: You abuse him all you want and he let’s you and does nothing in return but get your back. That’s why he’s your closest friend and privy to everything while the rest of Section 8 isn’t, even though we’re supposed to be a “family.” You and he are Mommy and Daddy and the rest of us are the misguided children who desperately need your guidance. Yeah… some distorted vision YOU have of what a family is. Good to know you think we’re, how did you say it? “You, your bitch, that wannabe fuck, and that traitorous whore.” It’s nice to know right where we stand, or rather DON’T stand with you. Tell you like it is, you turn on us. Don’t do what you want, you turn on us, like you did when you threw that temper tantrum and put that hole in the wall next to Skye’s face.

Griffen slams the drink container onto the table, crushing it flat. Suddenly his face is filled with rage and he grabs the picnic table and lifts it, flipping it over. His chest heaves with his breathing.

Matt: *fierce growling* You had T.H. try to hold me back while you went after Skye. I’m sure it was try to scare us back into line with you, but it didn’t work. The only thing it did was to drive the wedge in further. *sneering* You’re really good at destroying what friendships and relationships you have, aren’t you? If there were a title for it, you’d win that hands down and keep it for life because no one is better at it than you. If you can’t sweet talk them or buy them out, you run roughshod over people, intimidate them.

He strides toward the camera with huge steps and the camera backs away from him and keeps backing as Griffen steadily stalks it.

Matt: *glaring* Do you really think you can intimidate *throws a fist against his chest* ME, Phoenix? Do you?! You think saying you’re going to behave worse than Carpenter does anything to make me doubt myself or be afraid to get in that cage with you? If you do, you lost more than your freedom with Carpenter. You lost your mind, because if anything, that strengthens my resolve to beat you down like I promised back in January.

Griffen stops in his tracks and becomes still, his eyes an icy green.

Matt: *coldly* I have no doubt what you can do. I saw your penthouse. I saw Aello. I was the one you tried to shove off the Prince of Hell. I saw you and Carpenter attempting to frighten Skye. I. Know. You. I’ve fought you for more than a year, stood against you time and time again, probably more than any other man. How many other men have been in the ring against you as many times as I have? How many have fought you less and given up? Yet here I am. *stepping forward and beating his chest with each word* Here. I. Am.

The one man who will never back down from you, no matter what. I am Naruto to your Sasuke, I am the light to your dark. Even though you’ve called me a sanctimonious prick, even if you were the worst excuse of a human being the world has to offer… or the best. You are only a man. Men are fallible. Prepare your funeral and birth pyre, Phoenix, because at New Era you’re the one going down for the count in the Brutality Cage. I’m going to beat you to within an inch of your life… just as I promised.

[Phoenix]

Silence. Dark walls. Low light. Simple settings for a complicated person.

Phoenix.

Chokeslam? Chokeslam? A little shove while I hold a throat and you yell chokeslam? You're not only in denial Matt, you're friggin delusional.

I had thought you would have learned by now. Thought that over the past years, you paid attention to those less, skilled. I had thought, Matt, that you were something special.

It appears now, that you are no better than your average SWAT-ty. You resort to this? Potshots at the person I am? Thinly veiled attempts at putting your best foot forward?

You used to be somebody, Matt.

Now, look at you. Find a mirror, and look at yourself. What do you see?

Phoenix waits, knowing that new-Matt is getting a mirror. Old-Matt would know better.

No no, Matt, I didn't mean to ACTUALLY go to a mirror. Please, spare us that sad attempt at a defense. The part of your final verbal barrage where you respond to every word I say, do the things I do, act upon my direction.

Going into a church and wondering why you aren't on fire just because I am an Irish Catholic priest won't work.

Speaking to Kijo and my old teachers and having them tell you about the mental burdens I share with no one because I took a few months and hid in a monastary won't help you.

Getting Carpenter to reveal my deepest and darkest bondage fantasies to T.H. because every other opponent says I'm gay and I was dressed in leather and chains for a year won't save you.

Pictures of Phoenix-past flash and overlay the screen. In priestly garb, in a meditation robe, and most recently in Carp-gear.

This isn't a game, Matt.

You have stepped into my world, my life, my emotions, and you have inserted yourself into the river of my sanity as if you were a dam. You are blocking me from my ultimate goal of peace and tranquility, just as so many have before you.

And what, dear friend, happened to all of them?

How many of them felt my pain, with you at my side, or at my back, helping me or cheering me on?

What is so different now, Matt, that you suddenly think you can cause me a moments pause by channeling David Sadler?

*grumbles* At least Jace Mingla channeled Lee Williams AND David Sadler while he was whining about not being a contender.

Hey, Jace, here's a few facts for you.

Words scroll across the bottom of the screen. "Jace Mingla. You are on notice."

I was at this longer than you in TKOW before my title shot.

"Phoenix = Years. Jace Mingla = Months."

I beat WAY more ass than you did before my title shot.

"Phoenix = 70000 and 0. Jace Mingla = Not so much."

SWAT's dead. TKOW isn't.

"SWAT = Opened and closed within a couple years. TKOW = Five years runnin."

And most importantly? I. Beat. You.

"Phoenix < Jace Mingla."

That aside, Matt...

You can do everything in your power, use all the words you think you must, to try and delude yourself, and those around you. The problem is, I know you're afraid of me. I've seen it. And that was when you weren't in my crosshairs. You're afraid because you know what's inside of me, burning to escape. You're afraid because you know that I've taken your best and kept coming. You're afraid because even in my darkest hour, my light still flared brighter than yours.

Phoenix sighs, his voice tired.

I believe you, Matt. I believe that you're headed in to New Era with murderous intent. I believe that you will use all your strength, your cunning, your ingenuity, your pureness, and you will take all your anger out on me, and beat me in a way I've never been beaten before.

I believe that, Matt, I truly do.

And then, as you struggle to stand, weak from the loss of adrenaline, as your lungs burn with every strained breath, as your eyes glaze over into a fog, and I stand up, reborn in the fires of your assault, just like I am in every war I've entered to date, you will begin, ever so slowly due to the lack of oxygen to your brain, to realize the only truth that matters in this contest. In this federation. In this existence.

You don't have what it takes.

Phoenix reaches down, and brings up both of his TKOW Titles, the "Fiery" title and the "Brutality" title.

Fiery title, Brutality title. You think it matters? I did this- *drops the Fiery belt* -to contribute to your focus. I want you at your best. I want you to understand that very truth. Yes, Carpenter attacked you the first time. Yes, the cage gave way. But stop lying to yourself, Matt. You still didn't have me down. Not once. Not ever. You think that you would have won had Carpenter not attacked? You think that you could have kept me down if the cage hadn't broken? Had you kept me down up until that point?

Did you Matt?

Jace Mingla thought he could stop me. I sent him right out of TKOW.

Soulfly thought he could take me down. I blew myself up, and still kicked him in the weed bag.

Bishop, David Sadler, Jay St Clair, Dan Stein, Mars, the KGB, David Rave, the FIRM... They all thought, at one time or another, the same thing you're thinking. Right. Now.

"I can be the one to put Phoenix down. I can be that guy."

What do they all have in common Matt? What do each and every one of my opponents share?

The crap end of a world class beating. Another loss on their shoddy records. An embarrasing story for their little cousins, and nieces.

Phoenix pauses, allowing that to sink in, mulling over his next words.

Honor isn't about making the right choices. It's about dealing with the consequences.

You chose to take sides with Burden and Havoc after all they did. That wall and the wedge? The consequences.

I chose to follow Carpenter in order to take back a piece of my life I thought was lost to me forever. Section 8 against me? The consequence.

You betrayed me Matt. She betrayed me. All I did was follow my family. I tried to play nice, tried to keep you as safe as I could, and how was I repaid? Distrust and hatred, cheating and lying.

The Hellfire? This match?

The camera fades to black.

Phoenix chuckles, in a slightly sadistic way that we have heard many times before, only not from him...

Consequences.

[Kahlan - R.I.P.]

The scene opens on a worn and tired-appearing Matt Griffen in the middle of a junkyard in late afternoon, kneeling upon one knee and a hand in a small dirt clearing, sucking in air. In his other hand, he grasps the slightly bent weight bar from his HPWA brutality days. Discarded trash and items of metal lay all around him on the ground. Behind him, one his brothers lays bruised and battered on a junk pile. Crouching upon another mound in preparation for an obvious attack, Lady Hawke is also visible to the camera, but not to Griffen, who looks up and into the camera.

Matt: Honor is dealing with consequences? Just how warped has your mind become, Phoenix? Ask a Japanese samurai. If it were possible, I’d say go talk to a Klingon and tell him that honor is dealing with consequences. You’d be gutted for the insult. There’s more to honor than just “dealing.”

Griffen repositions the weight bar and uses it to get wearily to his feet. Once up, he holds it up, presenting it.

Matt: This… this to me is an emblem, a remembrance of my honor, of what I stand for. See, you aren’t the only one who can bring up something from the past. You think to taunt me with the Brutality title? Want me to focus? The title wasn’t the way. This, though…

He draws the bar back to his body and stands it on its end as a staff, looking at it as if to try to draw his thoughts from it.

Matt: Honor isn’t just dealing. It’s HOW you deal. Honor is holding to your integrity and ethics through everything. This piece of metal reminds me of how I dealt with Bishop.

He looks back up to the camera.

Matt: It reminds me how I should deal with the consequences of our recent interactions. *slamming the end of the bar into the ground* MY HONOR.

Lady Hawke leaps off her perch, a slight *clink* giving Griffen a clue someone is moving. He spins and, using the bar, deflects the chunk of metal in her hands before half catching and driving her into the dirt at his feet. He stabs and drives the end of the weight bar at her as she rolls away. His other younger twin brother, just as battered as the other, spears Griffen from behind, driving him toward LH, who rolls under his feet, tripping up Matt and driving him face and chest first into a stack of crushed cars. The brother continues to ram into Griffen, not giving him a chance to recover. Hawke scrambles and finds an old toaster, which she bashes over the back of Matt’s head. She stops to catch her breath, appearing just as tired and worn as the rest. Griffen finally yells out in frustration and shoves himself off the crushed cars, twisting and throwing his brother off after a shoulder block. He, again, uses the weight bar to regain his feet, dropping onto his brother with a diving elbow. After climbing back to his feet and stomping his brother a few times, he turns back to the camera while searching to see if anyone is coming after him. Blood streams down his chest and from a few places on his face. He leans heavily on the bar.

Matt: *breathing heavily* Your honor, Phoenix? It’s something you abandoned, tossed aside when you chose to follow your brother and do what he wanted. You may have tried. You may have tried hard like you said, but in the end, you abandoned not just me, Skye, Aello… and your child. You abandoned yourself.

Matt abruptly goes silent, his green eyes glistening. He blinks several times and tenses, breathing even deeper and faster.

Matt: Friends are there for you through the bad times, too. Skye and I kept our honor. We did what it took… and the consequences? Making peace with A Violent Reaction stopped them attacking you, leaving only Jace Mingla. From three down to one with us still there to get your back, only you and T.H. got pissed because you wanted revenge.

He slams the bar against the stack of crushed vehicles.

Matt: Violence breeds violence. Who knows that better than Skye? Yet…

He pauses, lowering the weight bar.

Matt: Aello… not one of us ever asked you to protect us! You could have just said…

Screaming, he slams the bar into the cars again.

Matt: *yelling* Friends are there to help, not be dropped to the side when YOU think WE MIGHT GET HURT! *WHAM~!* YOU NEVER FUCKING GAVE US THE CHANCE TO SAY NO! *WHAM~!* YOU SON OF A BITCH! *WHAM~!* YOU PUT YOURSELF THROUGH SHIT BY YOURSELF *WHAM~!* REFUSING TO LET US EVEN TRY TO HELP!! *WHAM~!* IT’S FINE FOR YOU TO HELP OTHERS *WHAM~!* BUT YOU WON’T ACCEPT IT FROM ANYONE BUT T.H.! *WHAM~!* YOU SELFISH SON OF A FUCKING BITCH! *WHAM~!* GOD DAMNED SELFISH BASTARD!!

Griffen WHAM~!s the junkers until he can’t hold the bar anymore and it drops from his hands. He leans forward against the cars, speaking gruffly, yet so quietly he can barely be heard.

Matt: This, at first, it was just business. Stop Carpenter. Do what Section 8 does, even if it means stopping you. Carpenter is taken care of, but you’re not. He wanted to make you into him. He’s done it. You turned on the one who could have brought you back… for what?

He shakes his head.

Matt: What is it that you don’t want us to know?

He turns back to the camera, his eyes closed and exhausted-appearing face toward the sky. He flexes his hands, flexing and extending his fingers, finally shaking his hand, as one might after a bad hit with an aluminum baseball bat.

Matt: What is this deep dark secret that you wouldn’t involve your closest friends? The woman you cared about?

Griffen’s eyes open and he looks straight into the camera.

Matt: Time is ticking down for you in more ways than one. She’s slowly remembering bits and pieces. New Era is nearly here.

He slowly lowers himself to the ground, resting against the lowest crushed auto.

Matt: You’ll face me in the Brutality match, that I have no doubt. You’ll be there, ready to fight, ready to put me in my place, humiliate me if possible.

When she remembers, will you be able to be able to stand before her and look her in the eyes or will you hide in your darkness? Tick, tock. What will you do?

Griffen takes a deep breath, dropping his hands on his thighs, still flexing the fingers of his hand.

Matt: Feel your pain, Phoenix? You bring so much on yourself and the only one who can feel it…

is you.

[Phoenix]

Hatebreed's "Destroy Everything" is playing as the camera fades in on your champion and mine, Phoenix, on his cellphone.

A new life begins!

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak
Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

I know that already dear. Why is you worry so much? Matt's going to pay, and pay dearly, for embarrassing me.

Cleanse this world with flame
End this, cleanse this
Rebuild and start again

Don't worry about what Aello has to say about me. She's just jealous because she knows you're getting all of me now, and she can't ever replace me.

Obliterate what makes us weak
End this and embrace the destruction
End this to embrace new life (new life!)

That's right Syn, I built Section 8, but they lost themselves when I left the path. It's time to bathe them in the fire of creation, and begin all over again.

Even a nothing threat, deserves a response you won't soon forget,
I must destroy everything that tries to infect.
Even a nothing threat, deserves a response you won't soon forget,
I must destroy everything that tries to infect.

That's true, Matt doesn't begin to be able to stand up to me, but still honey, you said I need to teach him a lesson. He's going to learn the hard way what it means to cross the Phoenix!

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak
Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

I know. I sound stupid when I talk like that. I'm sorry.

Cleanse this world with flame
End this, cleanse this
Rebuild and start again
Obliterate what makes us weak

Please don't be angry with me. You know how I feel abo- But Sy- Cmon honey...

End this and embrace the destruction
End this to embrace new life (new life!)

It's going to be a New Era... Our New Era. You and me, right up at the top of the heap, reminding everyone just who I am.

Even a nothing threat, deserves a response you won't soon forget,
I must destroy everything that tries to infect.
Even a nothing threat, deserves a response you won't soon forget,
I must destroy everything that tries to infect.

I'm going to do it baby. I'm going to knock his teeth down his throat, put my foot us his ass, give him the beating of his life, beat him to within an inch of his life and take that-

A new life begins!

Sorry honey. Too many cliches'. Please don't be mad.

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Obliterate what makes us weak,

Yeah, Matt's going to feel my pain.

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Decimate what threatens me.

What? I thought my sayings got you all hot?? We're still gonna bump and grind later right...

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
So a new life can begin,

Uh, Syn?

Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything! Destroy Everything!
Rebuild this start again,

Syn??

AGAIN!

Crap.



*click*